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Its UK Hip-Hop but not as you know it...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #975
Peak in subgenre #41
Author
Mink-C
Rights
Mink-C
Uploaded
May 19, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Its the Mink beheading net MCs like Nick Berg
Who's next on my list? how about this herb
Tek-9, what benign mind would choose that name?
That shit was getting played when fuckin Pac was spitting game
picture this cat on a PC with a bandana
wannabe thug, pimp, corleone or tony soprano
but he's just a fuckin stank ho, the kinda pussy he gets
is to jackoff over pics of fuckin Eve up on the Internet
yeah, we can safely say this fools a bastard
suckin all these gangsta dicks hey pass this cat a chapstick,
give this cunt a real woman and the shit turns drastic
he unwraps a propholactic but his pack stays flaccid
see, a real woman to Teks like breast cancer to a nipple
OJ to a wino, trampoline to a cripple
zipper down, with his trigger finger clickin the mouse
its sad that only porno MPEGs get him aroused
but at least with no woman he's got time for his rhymes
but too busy jacking off to think of decent punchlines
so he steals the style of Nas but that shit sounds off
like scribbles with crayons and calling it a Van Gogh
Wish he'd turn his bass up, givin me tinnitus in my head
Calls himself an 'OG', Ooooh, I'm fuckin scared
Tell ya what, I'll go to oakland and beat his fuckin ass
No guns, I'll use bricks, pieces of wood and broken glass
Fuckin bitch, my mother is more street than you
Say its bullshit all you like, homeboy you know its true
i've heard it all before, man that shit is weak
with a name like that, you'd think he'd at least have technique
but even weak MCs would eat up his delivery for dinner
and the only fame he'll get is miming rhymes in the mirror
i'm the rhyme plate-spinner, juggle verbs like balls
with a flow so fluid, rhymin like niagra falls
don't stall, at least I got a style unlike Tek-N9ne
and motherfucker whats more that fuckin style is mine
it ain't Nas', 50-Cent or Pacs
his soundclick page ain't a patch on one of my tracks
so relax, I'll wrap this twat up with my ill flow
and you say Teks nice? Nah kid...I don't think so
He's like the kid at school that nobody likes
The kid you'll make friends with, so you can steal his fuckin nikes
Yikes! If you like his shit I'll question your taste
have him red-faced and leave the tournament in disgrace
smash his face with the rap equivalent of a brick
use this beat as a stick, and hit this sick thick prick
take your raps to the streets and to the real gang cats
expect love, but you'll just get spat at and laughed at
its just humiliation, its no big deal
and your shit doesn't appeal cos your shit ain't real
see, they'd feel a brother who'd been jackin suckers at a red light
and not some suburban cunt whose rappin on a website
if you're so tough, ya better be good with your fists
fuck rapping, put down the mic and lets do this!
yeah, you're so pussy, fuckin stink like a vag
and yet for years to come you'll talk of all the battles you've had
and how you whooped ass fast and you was hard as steel
when in reality you getting eaten up like a meal
tell all your boys how you reppin the hood
but forget to mention details like you're no fucking good
so quit your hard image, its stressin me
when the only street you fuckin represent...is sesame
